Another And Another

A kiss, and all is done.
  Another, and more of her is taken.
     Another, she is dying inside.

She has no control over her treatment.
She is being controlled.

Another kiss, she wants it to stop,

    With every kiss, she loses more of herself
                    But if she fights, she loses her life.

With every kiss, they get closer to taking every innocence she may have left.

But they've already done that...

    A kiss, and all is done.
          Another, more of her is taken.



Another... She must become used to this.
She is now a pawn in this game fought by men.
       A pawn...
         A prize...
             Ravished by those men who play...

A kiss... She'll give another and another and another...

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So this past school year we read the play "Troilus and Cressida"... When we read it I absolutely detested it, when we saw it in Ashland it became a different story. This poem was based off of the one scene that, whilst reading, truly evoked emotions in me. It's "The Kiss Scene"... It's really disturbing and makes me sick to my stomach. But that's the kind of emotion I use to write so I decided to write a poem about it after I spent a ton of time thinking about that scene. I hope you enjoy. (P.S. For those of you who don't know the story, at this point Cressida has already married Troilus and then she is taken and given to the Greeks in exchange for a captive soldier. All the Greek officers take turns kissing her and it's really disgusting and disturbing.)